Page 4 of Her Warrior Dragon
“You do smell good. I couldn’t wait for those doctors to leave the room,” he announced, his eyes filled with a devious glint.
Oh, without the bruises, he would be one hot panty-melting shifter. She swallowed hard and took a few steps away from the bed. She had heard plenty of stories of shifters and knew she should stay far away from him. Who wanted nights filled with hot, unbridled passion? Multiple orgasms? What woman would want sexual satisfaction that no human man could match?
Nope, not her, she tried to convince herself, but failed. And the look he was giving her now told her that he wanted to swallow her whole. Her body released a shudder with just the thought of him tasting her.
“So, let me get this straight. You’ve been awake this whole time?” She stomped her foot with her hand on her waist.
“I woke up when I was in that machine,” he said and attempted to stretch his arms out but stopped and winced.
She watched, amazed, as he slowly sat up. He grimaced slightly, turning, setting his feet on the floor.
“You shouldn’t be getting up.” She rushed to his side, his flirtation forgotten, the nurse in her kicking in. “Almost every single bone in your body is broken!”
“I’ll be fine,” he brushed her off. He tore the oxygen tubing from his nose and turned to her.
The slow perusal of his eyes, starting at her feet, then up toward her eyes, left her squirming. Her body betrayed her, and a slight hint of moisture formed at the apex of her thighs.
Down girl, she thought to herself.He’s a patient, she chanted in her mind. But it didn’t do any good. Even though he was beat up and bruised, she was still attracted to him. No way would she get involved with a patient. She brushed her hair from her eyes and promised herself a date with her B.O.B as soon as she got home.
“So, Faye, is it?”Vander asked. He stared at the gorgeous nurse.
She nodded and returned his gaze.
If he had known nurses looked like this at the local hospital, he would have visited more often. Everything about her, from her dark hair in a messy bun on top of her head, to her hospital scrubs that didn’t hide her deliciously curvy frame, turned him on. Just sitting in her presence made him forget about chasing after Gamair. Vander hadn’t realized he had a thing for nurses. Sexy nurses were moving to the top of his list right now.
He held back a grimace, trying not to show the pain that racked his body. The doctor had said he had one hundred and fifty bones broken. That had to be a new record for him. The dragon in him had forced him to awaken during his healing slumber, where he had found himself in that machine. He’d heard her speaking to someone in the room. Her voice had called to his dragon.
It wanted her as much as a dragon wanted a hoard full of gold and treasure.
And have her, we will.
“You’re going to do more damage,” she announced. “Let me call the doctor.” She turned to reach for a phone that rested on her portable computer cart.
“No.” He shook his head. He wouldn’t need a doctor. There was nothing the human doctor could do for him. He just needed to rest and allow his body to heal. With this amount of damage, it would take a couple of days to heal. “Take this stuff off of me.” He pointed to all of the wires and tubing that flowed around him.
“I can’t. You’re in the hospital. Whatever you did or was done to you, could have killed you.”
He snorted at her little speech. He was a powerful dragon shifter—Vander, The Warrior. It would take more than falling twenty thousand feet to kill him. He peeled a sticker from his chest and held back a grimace upon moving his left arm. The damn thing must be broken. Sweat formed on his forehead at his movements.
“If I take everything off you, will you promise not to die on me?” she asked, her hands on her hips.
Vander paused what he was doing and glanced over at her. He had known her for mere minutes, and he already loved her irritated look. The way her brows drew together and her eyes narrowed on him had his dragon huffing.
“Yes,” he promised. He wouldn’t be dying today. Dragon shifters lived for centuries. He was a dragon in his prime and had many years left on this planet. Falling out of the sky was not the way to kill a dragon. Not many knew how dragons could be killed; that was a secret kept close to their kind only.
“Fine. I’ll do it,” she muttered, coming to stand in front of him. “I swear, if you die, I will kill you myself!”
“I love your sass.” He threw her a wink.
She avoided his eyes and quickly removed all the stickers from his chest. The alarms in the room sounded as she peeled the last one off.
“Everything okay in there?” a voice came in over the speaker.
“Yes, I got it. Can you pause the alarms for room twenty-three, please?” Faye asked the voice. She hit a button on the IV pump.
“Got it,” the voice answered.
He waited patiently. She continued working on freeing him. He took advantage of her closeness to study her features. Her eyes—green, with flecks of hazel—were beautiful. The small mole on the edge of her top lip had him wanting to lick it and explore her mouth thoroughly with his tongue. He didn’t realize that he had been holding his breath while he looked his fill.
